After Dean got kicked out, he got a job doing parties as a fire dancer. It actually earned him some big bucks because he was so good, little did people know that was thanks to some of his powers. He was at one party in particular with a lot of more wealthy and powerful people, it was a get together of some sort, and a big one at that.
He was wearing no shirt and black pants that fit him just right, but were still stretchy so he could move with ease. The Winchester was juggling swords that were lit on fire in front of a crowd of people, walking effortlessly. One by one, the flaming swords fell into the ground and stabbed there in a perfect line and the flame extinguished. Dean, being nimble from years of hand to hand, walked away from the swords before taking off running towards them. Upon arrival, he flipped in the air and landed on one foot on the butt of the first sword, using his telekinesis to keep himself upright. Everyone started clapping and Dean appeared to make fireballs appear from thin air, which he did, the audience just didn't know that. They all stared, captivated by this young man who seemed tame the fire. He juggled the fireballs now, walking across the swords with such grace. At the very last sword, he threw the fireballs out in all different directions and they exploded in the air, like mini fireworks raining down across the sky. Everyone began to clap and applaud as Dean hopped down onto the ground. He knew how to walk that fine line between looking like a great magician of some sort versus a freakish mutant like he actually was. It was all about appearances. Dean bowed and everyone clapped some more, "Thank you, thanks you. I'm now going to take a small break and I'll be back with some more great tricks that I have up my sleeves." This caused a few laughs before people dispersed to go mingle with friends.
Dean, on the other hand, went to get a drink and a quick snack, which was the best part about being at a party. He was sitting on a bar stool at the outside bar when he was approached by a man with black hair and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. "That was quite a show," the man told him, "Very impressive, indeed."
Dean smirked, "It ain't over yet, wait until you see the second half."
The man chuckled, "I cannot wait," he held out his hand, "My name's Castiel, what's yours?"
He took the blue eyed man's hand and shook it, "My name's Dean." Castiel smiled, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean. You're very talented...cute, too." Dean looked over at Cas, who's cheeks seemed to have a bit of a red tint, just enough to notice if you were really looking at him.
"You're pretty cute yourself," he grinned then checked the time and finished his drink. "I gotta go get my props set up, come catch the other half of the show," he winked and got up. Castiel wasn't going to miss it for the world.
It was five minutes later, Dean picked up the swords and put them away and grabbed out his big fire staff and two of the smaller ones, all three of them double ended. He also had out plates, like the use for skeet shooting, but these were slightly different.
When the show began, he lit up the big staff and started twirling it around like it was another extension of him. Dean kicked up a couple of the plates and hit them with the fire staff, they lit up as they busted into a million pieces, tiny bits of them lighting up like meteorites falling to Earth. This was always a crowd pleaser, everyone clapped and cheered, including Castiel who was in the front row. Dean finally threw the stick up in the air and it became consumed in fire. Once the fire cleared, the two smaller fire staffs took it's place and fell into the dancer's hands. Everyone was mesmerized, wondering how he did it. He finished out his routine with the two smaller ones and put out the ends that were on fire by "eating" it.
The Winchester cleaned up his props, as people were starting to leave now. He had already been paid by the host, but he came over while Dean was packing up. "Man, that was GREAT," he exclaimed, "I'm definetly calling you to entertain in the future."
Dean laughed, "Thanks, it was my pleasure, good crowd." The host was called away by some of his guest, that's when Castiel took the opportunity to come over and help the man.
"So...you seeing anyone?," Castiel asked, trying to be non chalant about it.
"No, are you?," Dean asked in retorting, packing his props into his case.
"Well," Castiel started out, "You're not seeing anyone...I'm not seeing anyone...maybe we should have drinks or dinner sometime."
Dean couldn't but laugh a bit, "Okay, but you're paying," it was said in a teasing tone, "I'd love to."
"Works for me, just as long as you show up," the blue eyed man laughed.
Grabbing a pen and paper from his case, Dean sprawled out some numbers and handed it over, "Call me, we'll work something out."
Castiel took the number, "Great, I'll see you around."
Dean left that party with butterflies, which he never got for anyone, and an excitement that got him looking forward to something for once. The Winchester teleported back to his apartment when no one was looking, they thought he had simply left, which he had. Just not in the way they thought. Putting his case in the closet, Dean collapsed on the couch with a sigh. But, that was shortly lived.
Pretty soon, someone was knocking on his door, instead of getting up, he reached his link out to see who it was, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes. Unlocking the door, he opened it from the couch using his telekinesis. "Come in," he said, loud enough for the other to hear. Wheeling in, another mutant entered into his apartment.
"I take it you already know why I am here, Dean," the man said, coming into the apartment.
"Nope, I find it rude to read people's thoughts, unless it's important," Dean said, "Just cause you can, doesn't mean you always should." This caused the professor to smile, glad to see the kid before him had sense.
"Dean, my name is Charles, my students call me Professor X, or simply Professor," the long haired man started, "I am here because I want you to come to my school for mutants."
Dean just looked at him, "School for mutants? Sounds like a freakshow, no offense."
"No offense taken," the man said, "You see...you are the one of the two most powerful mutant I have picked up on cerebro." This worried the professor, anything could happen, especially if Magneto ended up finding him.
This caused the boy to snort a laugh, "One of? Who's the other? 'Cause I'll totally kick his ass," there was a playful tone in his voice.
"A mutant named Matthew Malloy, he actually has some of the same powers as you," the long haired man said, "All but the pyrokinesis, instead he has catonic explosions, which are as bad as they sound."
Dean tried not to laugh, "Sounds like somethin' he should see a doctor for," he sat up and sighed. "Sorry, no can do, professor. I got a little brother to watch out for and I can't watch out for him unless I'm nearby."
John hadn't stopped his mutant hunts until a month or two after he found out about Dean. Sam said he didn't think their dad could bring himself to do so anymore because all he thought about was Dean. They had been renting a house out since then, thankfully for Dean, so they didn't move around as much. Sam was 16, almost 17, now, it wouldn't be too much longer before he could legally get out from under John's control.
"I see," the professor looked at Dean, "If you change your mind, I want you to get ahold of me. Here's my card," he pulled it out of his pocket. Dean teleported over to him, mainly to show off and took the card from him.
"I'll let you know when things change, thank you for the offer," Dean said, although he was still curious about the school. After the man in the wheelchair left, he started looking up Charles Xavier and this school. The Winchester learned as much as he could about it, and as desperately as he wanted to go, he couldn't. Sam needed him still.